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TEACHER'S  STORIES. 


BY  MRS.  M.  E.  MILLER. 


AMERICAN  TRACT  SOCIETY, 

1 50  NASSAU  STREET,  NEW  YORK. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1873, 
by  the  American  Tract  Society,  in  the  Office  of  the 
Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


TEACHER'S  STORIES. 


CHAPTER  I. 

ABOUT  CHARLEY  FISK. 

Charley  Fisk  is  a  little  gen- 
tleman. His  kind  words  and 
gentle  manners  please  me  every 
day.  He  never  leaves  them  at 
home,  for  they  spring  from  his 
gentle  heart. 


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The  school  children  love  him 
dearly,  and  think  no  game  is 
complete  without  him.  He 
loves  play  as  well  as  any  boy ; 
but  he  is  never  rude. 

Out  of  school,  he  spends  half 
his  time  out-doors,  with  eyes 
and  ears  open  to  all  the  won- 
ders and  beauties  God  has 
made.  I  don't  see  how  he 
could  be  content  to  live  in  a 
city. 

In  the  early  spring  he  comes 


CHARLEY  FISK.  5 

out  of  the  woods  with  his  hands 
full  of  flowers ;  and  until  snow 
comes  again  the  wild  flowers 
are  his  delight.  Mosses  and 
ferns,  wintergreens,  and  all  the 
berries,  as  they  come  and  go, 
just  when  they  are  richest,  and 
where  they  hide,  he  knows  by 
heart. 

No  boy  so  eager  as  Charley 
to  hunt  rabbits  and  squirrels. 
Woodchucks  and  weasels,  and 
other  little  pests  that  do  mis- 


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chief  among  his  chicken-coops, 
he  traps  with  as  good  luck  as 
any  old  hunter. 

He  knows  where  the  cunning 
chipmunks  hide  all  winter.  He 
can  tell  the  habits  of  any  of  his 
game,  in  his  simple  boyish  talk, 
that  I  like  better  than  a  chap- 
ter of  Natural  History;  and  it 
teaches  me  as  much.  He  may 
write  one  in  time. 

He  loves  to  go  fishing  too. 
His  bright  eyes  grow  brighter, 


CHARLEY  FISK.  9 

if  we  wander  towards  the  pond 
at  noon ;  and  his  merry  laugh 
seems  to  set  all  the  birds  in  the 
schoolhouse  woods  to  singing. 
Spry  as  a  squirrel,  he  springs 
from  tree  to  tree  down  the  steep 
bank.  When  he  comes  up,  he 
is  sure  to  bring  me  some  pretty 
thing,  if  he  has  not  had  time  to 
coax  the  fish — queer  pebble- 
stones, or  a  spray  of  bright 
leaves,  a  rare  flower,  or  a  twig 
of  odd  shape  or  beauty. 


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Mr.  Fisk's  old  gardener  is 
Charley's  warm  friend.  He  is 
teaching  the  boy  how  to  take 
care  of  the  garden  and  nursery. 

Loving  Nature  so  well,  Char- 
ley also  loves  his  heavenly 
Father,  who  makes  the  woods 
green  and 'the  flowers  lovely. 
This  seems  now  as  easy  for  him 
as  it  is  to  love  his  father  and 
mother,  that  he  sees  every  day 
filling  his  pretty  home  with 
comfort  and  love. 


CHAPTER  II. 

SUSIES  MISHAP. 

Susie  and  Anne,  two  dear 
little  sisters  that  come  to  my 
school,  are  out-door  children 
too. 

As  we  walk  along  the  coun- 
try road,  their  bright  eyes  spy 
every  blackberry  shining  in  the 
bushes,  every  ground-bird's 
nest,    or    scampering    squirrel. 


I2       teacher's  stories. 

From  ant-heaps  to  sailing 
clouds,  they  see  everything  that 
can  lend  a  charm  to  their  quiet 
daily  walk. 

When  grapes  were  ripe,  I 
went  to  visit  them.  I  found 
them  out  in  the  arbor  with  their 
mother. 

While  we  were  eating  the 
fine  fruit,  laughing  and  chatting 
under  the  vines,  Susie  slipped 
from  the  rack  she  was  climb- 
ing.     She  was  not  far  above 


SUSIES  MISHAP.  13 

the  ground  when  she  fell ;  but 
her  foot  turned,  and  made  her 
give  a  cry  and  moan  of  dis- 
tress. Her  ankle  soon  began 
to  swell. 

The  -  doctor  told  us  it  was  a 
bad  sprain ;  and  bad,  indeed, 
Susie  has  found  it.  She  has 
not  walked  since  without  pain- 
ful limping. 

The  last  time  I  went  to  see 
her,  a  shoemaker  was  there, 
that  her  papa  had  brought  out 


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from  the  city,  to  fit  a  stiff  high 
shoe  to  the  poor  lame  foot. 

We  are  hoping  this  may 
support  the  ankle,  so  that  when 
spring  comes  again,  Susie  may 
be  as  strong  and  fleet  to  run  as 
her  sister  Anne. 

I  asked  her  why  she  thought 
God  sent  such  a  trial  to  her. 

"  I  wondered  about  it  a  good 
many  days  at  first,  when  I 
couldn't  go  to  school  with 
Anne;  most  of  all,  the  day  of 


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SUSIES  MISHAP.  l7 

the  school  picnic,  when  all  the 
scholars  marched  by,  and  I  sat 
in  the  big  chair  at  the  window 
with  mamma,  to  wave  to  you," 
she  said. 

"  Well,  what  do  you  conclude 
about  it,  Susie?" 

"  Mamma  has  helped  me 
think,  you  see,"  said  she,  "and 
I  think  now  there  are  lots  of 
reasons  why  it  was  best  that 
something  happened  to  shut 
me  up." 


18  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

"Tell  me  some  of  your  rea- 
sons, Susie." 

"  Oh,  they  are  God's  reasons ; 
mamma  and  I  have  only  found 
them  out.  One  is,  so  that  I 
could  see  how  much  mamma 
has  to  do  in  a  day ;  how  much 
she  works  and  sews  while  Anne 
is  in  school,  and  does  n't  see  or 
hear  or  think  anything  about  it. 
That  makes  me  love  mamma 
more.  That's  one  good  rea- 
son, isn't  it?" 


SUSIE  S  MISHAP.  19 

"Yes,  a  very  good  one,"  I 
said. 

"Well,  then,  I've  had  time 
to  see  what  a  nice  home  I  Ve 
got — so  neat,  you  see.  Then, 
when  I  was  n't  hungry  for  bread 
and  butter,  I  Ve  had  such  good 
things  to  eat.  And  then  the 
books — such  nice  books,  and 
papers  with  pictures !  Mamma 
reads  and  explains  to  me  every 
day.  So  I've  learned  a  heap. 
And  oh,  how  much  my  mother 


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knows — about  Joseph,  and  Mo- 
ses, and  all  the  Bible  folks. 
She  carries  it  all  in  her  head; 
did  you  know  that  ?" 

"Yes,  Susie,  I  knew  it  very 
well.  I  knew  you  had  a  Bible 
mother,  by  the  way  you  walk  to 
school." 

"  How  funny !  What  do  you 
mean?" 

"  I  knew  she  had  taught  you 
to  love  the  things  God  scatters 
along  our  road  to  school;  the 


SUSIES  MISHAP.  2I 

bits  of  his  love  you  love  so  well 
to  find  and  point  out  to  Anne 
and  me." 

"Yes,  I  know — clouds  and 
birds  and  things.  Yes,  mam- 
ma taught  us  all  we  know  about 
birds  and  flowers.  She  sings, 
"  My  Father  made  them  all." 

I  was  sure  this  was  the  way 
these  little  girls  had  been  taught, 
though  I  had  not  been  told  so 
before. 

When  the  mother  came  in 

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presently  from  the  tea-room,  I 
said, 

"  Susie  has  been  telling  some 
of  her  thoughts." 

"  I  dare  say  she  has  not  told 
you  how  patient  she  is  with  all 
her  pain.  And  no  one  can  tell 
you  how  much  more  we  seem 
to  love  her  than  we  did  before 
this  mishap." 

Her  mother  kissed  Susie's 
white  forehead,  then  wheeled 
the  big  chair  to  the  tea-table. 


CHAPTER  III. 

MEDDLESOME  CARRIE. 

Mrs.  Evans  brought  to  my 
school  last  summer  her  plump, 
pretty,  laughing  Carrie. 

"  Do  you  know  your  letters  ?" 
I  asked. 

"Yes  'm;  I  can  wead  em, 
but  I  can't  spell  'em." 

That  meant  that  she  knew 
the  letters,  but  did   not  know 


26  TEACHER  S  STORIES. 

how  to  make  words  of  them. 
I  knew  she  was  a  pet,  and 
expected  she  would  soon  cry  to 
go  home;  but  she  stayed  till 
school  hours  were  over,  and 
skipped  beside  me  to  her  own 
gate  as  I  went  home. 

She  came  to  school  for  a  few 
weeks,  and  learned  to  spell  quite 
well,  and  we  were  all  growing 
very  fond  of  her. 

One  day  she  did  not  come. 
We    missed    her    chatter   and 


MEDDLESOME  CARRIE.        V 

laugh  and  pattering  steps  about 
the  schoolroom  more  than  I 
can  tell. 

On  my  way  home,  I  stopped 
to  see  if  she  were  sick. 

Her  mother  said  Carrie  was 
in  trouble.  It  was  a  showery, 
chilly  day. 

"  Come  into  the  sitting-room 
and  rest."  Mrs.  Evans  led  the 
way.  "We  had  our  first  fire 
made  in  the  grate  this  morn- 
ing, and  my  lady  Carrie  must 


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poke  it  to  see  the  bright  coals 
fall,  till  her  dress  was  on  fire." 

Tears  came  into  her  eyes  as 
she  thought  in  what  danger 
her  darling  had  been. 

"  God  was  very  good,"  she 
said.  "  He  saved  her  for  us  to 
love  a  while  longer." 

Little  Carrie  stole  shyly  into 
the  room.  I  was  sorry  for  her 
as  she  stood,  still  and  sad,  look- 
ing at  the  burnt,  spoiled  dress 
pinned  up  on  the  wall. 


CHAPTER  IV. 

DUTCH  CARL. 

There  is  a  bright  young 
Dutch  boy  among  my  scholars. 

His  father  crossed  the  sea 
two  years  ago.  He  bought  a 
farm  near  us,  and  works  hard 
to  make  money  come  out  of 
his  fields  and  orchards  and 
stone-quarry. 

The  boy's  mother  is  careful 


32       teacher's  stories. 

and  saving.  Besides  doing  her 
own  housework,  she  washes 
and  irons  for  other  people. 

She  sends  her  Willie  to 
school  to  learn  for  himself  and 
her.  She  can  read  and  write 
German ;  but  in  this  new  coun- 
try she  says  she  cannot  under- 
stand the  talk,  nor  read  the 
Child's  Paper  Carl  brings  from 
Sunday-school.  So  as  she 
works  she  studies  English. 

One   Saturday  I   found   her 


DUTCH  CARL.  35 

ironing.  Carl  sat  by  her  table 
giving  out  the  words,  which 
she  spelled  after  him. 

Did  you  ever  before  hear  of 
a  boy's  teaching  his  mother  to 
read  and  spell  ? 

Ah,  he  must  do  much  more 
for  her  by-and-by,  to  pay  in 
part  for  her  loving  care  of  him 
through  all  his  boyish  years, 
while  she  has  had  other  and 
harder  work  to  do. 


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CHAPTER  V, 

A  POOR  MANS  RICHES. 

Farmer  Briggs  lives  be- 
yond the  Hollow  Swamp.  He 
has  a  poor  farm,  an  old  horse, 
and  very  little  to  give  him 
earthly  comfort  or  joy  besides, 
except  his  children.  But  he 
has  a  good  many  of  those,  and 
is,  I  think,  the  happiest  man 
who  sends  a  child  to  me. 


A  POOR  MANS  RICHES.        37 

Let  me  count.  There  are 
Maggie  and  Ellen,  John  and 
Charley  and  Robert,  Sarah  and 
John,  little  Ned,  and  baby  Fan- 
ny— four  girls  and  five  boys. 

Their  clothes  are  plain,  and 
often  patched.  But  out  in  the 
country,  folks  are  not  afraid  of 
patches  ;  they  are  hardly  afraid 
of  anything  but  debt  and  ill- 
doing.  Maggie  and  Ellen  can 
do  all  the  patching  now  the 
mother  boasts;    and  with  five 


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boys  to  keep  pushing  elbows 
and  knees  through  jackets  and 
trousers,  there  is  a  deal  of  patch- 
ing to  be  done. 

The  older  boys  help  their 
father.  They  can  catch  and 
harness  a  horse,  and  ride  him 
or  drive  him  to  mill  or  to  mar- 
ket, as  he  bids  them. 

They  mix  work  and  play  to- 
gether, so  that  they  enjoy  both. 
While  father  seals  the  letter 
that  Johnny  is  to  take  to  the 


A  POOR  MAN'S  RICHES.       4* 

postoffice,  Johnny  drops  down 
on  his  knees,  (on  Meg's  patches,) 
to  have  a  bit  of  a  game  of  mar- 
bles with  Charley.  Joe  watches 
the  horse  and  keeps  count  of 
the  game. 

They  have  plenty  of  play- 
things, that  are  all  home-made. 
Mr.  Briggs  has  been  a  carpen- 
ter, and  has  a  shop  in  his  wag- 
on-house. He  works  there 
with  his  boys,  enough  to  teach 
them    how   to    use    his    tools. 


42         TEACHER  S  STORIES. 

Carts,  wheelbarrows,  and  sleds, 
besides  dolls'  wagons  and  cra- 
dles, come  out  of  this  shop; 
where  often  you  may  hear  the 
boys  whistle  and  saw,  sing  and 
hammer,  learning  something 
useful  while  they  play. 

Charley  is  head  carpenter. 
He  has  just  made  a  sled  for 
little  Robert,  and  has  cut  the 
little  fellow's  name  in  a  bold 
style,  that  suits  him  exactly. 

They  are  so  happy  as  to  have 


A  POOR  MAN'S  RICHES.        45 

a  good  grandmother,  who  knits 
warm  mittens  and  stockings 
for  each  of  these  nine  children. 
Do  you  think  her  knitting- 
needles  are  ever  idle?  It  is 
funny  to  see  how  these  little 
people  take  care  of  each  other. 
Robert  is  trusted  with  little 
Ned  and  baby  Fanny,  hour 
after  hour,  out-doors.  He  is 
horse  or  man,  just  as  they 
please ;  so  kind  and  good,  that 
he  deserves  a  new  sled. 


46  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

Sarah  takes  care  of  Robert 
and  Johnny.  She  is  so  nearly 
of  their  age,  they  love  her 
dearly.  They  say  she  knows 
almost  as  much  as  a  boy. 

She  is  not  big  enough  to  do 
much  work  in  the  house;  but 
they  trust  her  to  "  see  if  those 
boys  are  in  mischief  again;" 
to  "run  see  if  Ned  has  hurt 
his  fingers  at  the  grindstone,', 
or  "if  Fanny  is  asleep  in  the 
wheelbarrow."    She  is  the  fleet- 


A  POOR  MAN  S  RICHES.       47 

footed,  light-hearted  handmaid 
of  all. 

With  those  happy,  hearty, 
hungry  children  at  his  right 
hand  and  his  left  hand,  three 
times  each  day,  Mr.  Briggs 
gives  thanks  for  the  blessings 
before  him,  for  the  life  and 
health  of  his  dear  ones,  and  for 
their  daily  bread. 


CHAPTER  VI. 

HARRY  STETSON. 

We  have  a  hero  of  old  times 
left  in  our  neighborhood — 
"  Grandpa  Stetson,"  ninety-four 
years  old. 

He  was  so  fortunate  once, 
when  a  boy,  as  to  dine  at  the 
same  table  with  George  Wash- 
ington. 

He  used  to  be  proud  to  tell 


HARRY  STETSON.  49 

what  he  remembered  about  the 
great  mans  fine  face  and  noble 
form,  and  the  kind  words  he 
spoke  to  him  that  day.  But 
grandpa  has  forgotten  all  that 
now. 

His  great-grandson,  Harry 
Stetson,  is  one  of  my  bright 
hopes. 

The  first  time  I  went  to  the 
Stetson  farm,  Harry  and  I  had 
a  long  chat  together,  while  his 
mother  was  busy  in  the  dairy. 


50  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

Old  Mr.  Stetson  sat  in  his 
arm-chair  at  the  west  window, 
enjoying  the  clear  sunset,  that 
seemed  the  brighter  for  the 
afternoons  rain,  although  he  is 
almost  blind.  He  smiled  often, 
catching  Harry's  merry  laugh, 
although  he  is  quite  deaf.  He 
is  'most  always  cheerful;  but 
sometimes  he  seems  tired  of 
everything. 

"  S'pose  you  Ve  heard  'bout 
Washington  ?"  said  Harry. 


HARRY  STETSON.  5 1 

"  Oh,  yes,"  I  answered. 

"Well,  grandpa  ate  dinner 
with  him  one  day.  And  he 
knew  lots  of  soldiers — great  big 
ones — majors  and  generals  !  but 
now  he  would  n't  know  General 
Washington  from  a  red  Indian, 
if  they  should  walk  in  this  min- 
ute." 

Harry  was  sitting  on  a  chick- 
en-coop and  whittling  away  on 
a  twig  from  the  willow-tree; 
in    a   little  while    he    made    a 


52  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

whistle,  and  came  and  sat  in 
the  doorway  to  try  it. 

Very  shrill  and  loud  was  the 
noise  he  made  with  the  whis- 
tle, and  it  vexed  grandpa. 

"What  upon  earth  do  you 
make  such  a  noise  for?"  he  said. 

Harry  blew  another  blast. 

"  Oh  do,  pray,  be  still !"  fret- 
ted grandpa. 

"  He  can't  let  a  boy  have  a 
bit  of  fun !"  Harry  whined. 

"  Fourth   of   July  is   almost 


HARRY  STETSON.  55 

here,"  I  said ;  "  shall  we  have  a 
picnic  for  the  school,  Harry?" 

"Oh,  yes,  if  you'll  let  us 
have  powder  -  crackers  !  We 
could  play  soldier,  and  march 
all  day,  and  sing  '  Hail  Colum- 
bia' and  'Yankee  Doodle.'" 

"To  be  sure  we  could.  Let 
me  hear  you  try  one  of  those 
good  old  tunes,  Harry." 

He  sang  very  well,  and  "  Hail 
Columbia"  made  a  neighbor 
riding  by  swing  his  hat. 


56  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

Before  the  second  verse  was 
finished  grandpa  said  fretfully, 
"  Cant  you  be  still  ?  You 
make  noise  enough  to  craze  a 
body!" 

"Shouldn't  suppose  an  old 
soldier  would  get  cross  about 
'Hail  Columbia!'" 

Grandpa  has  a  great  many 
notions.  One  day,  although  it 
rains,  his  shade  must  be  down, 
making  the  room  gloomy.  The 
next  day,  perhaps,  although  the 


HARRY  STETSON.  57 

hot  sunlight  streams  in  at  the 
window,  the  shade  must  be  up ; 
grandpa  wishes  it ;  and  no  mat- 
ter if  it  is  unpleasant  for  oth- 
ers, his  good  grand-daughter 
lets  him  have  his  way.  "  He 
crosses  us  only  in  little  things," 
she  says,  "and  it  will  not  be  for 
long.  He  has  lived  a  long, 
busy,  honest  life,  and  deserves 
to  have  his  own  way." 

She  does  not  own  that  this 
ever  troubles  her;  while  Harry 


5§  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

does  not  try  to  hide  that  it 
vexes  him  very  often. 

When  "  Hail  Columbia"  and 
" Star-Spangled  Banner"  were 
sung  through,  and  sung  pret- 
tily, I  asked  him, 

"Wouldn't  you  like  to  be  a 
hero  ?" 

"Yes,  ma'am,"  said  he,  "a 
fighting  soldier,  and  have  a 
drum  and  a  red  sash,  and  a  gun 
and  a  bugle!  Ha!  wouldn't  I 
like  it!"  ' 


HARRY  STETSON.  59 

"  Why,  no  one  soldier  carries 
all  those  treasures,"  said  I. 
"And  they  all  have  to  do  what 
the  officers  think  best.  They 
can  not  choose  the  battlefield, 
nor  do  much  as  they  like  after 
war  begins." 

Harry  tooted  on  his  whistle 
because  he  did  not  know  what 
to  say. 

"The  best  and  greatest  hero 
I  know — "  Here  Harry  inter- 
rupted, 


60       teacher's  stories. 

"  Grandpa,  of  course  ;  he  s 
the  oldest  hero  anybody  ever 
saw,  I  guess." 

"  No,  sir ;  that  is  not  what  I 
was  going  to  say.  Grandpa  is 
the  oldest,  but  your  own  moth- 
er is  the  greatest  hero." 

"My  mother!  Ha!  ha!" 
laughed  Harry.  "Why,  she 
wont  set  a  mouse-trap,  she  is 
so  'fraid  of  hurting  anything !" 

"  But  most  afraid  of  hurting 
anybody  s  feelings,  I  see." 


HARRY  STETSON.  6l 

Harry  looked  not  a  little 
ashamed. 

"  When  I  watched  your  moth- 
er waiting  upon  grandpa  so 
gently,  and  thought  of  her  do- 
ing so  day  and  night,  all  the 
year  round,  I  thought  she  was 
a  hero,  although  she  had  never 
carried  sword  or  musket.  The 
Captain  she  follows  has  given 
her  hard  battles  to  fight  in- 
doors, I  suspect,  or  she  could 
not  be  such  a  faithful  soldier. 


62  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

Good  soldiers  are  not  made  in 
a  hurry,  you  know,  Harry." 

"Yes,  I  know  that.  Cousin 
James  is  at  West  Point,  and  it 
will  take  two  or  three  years  be- 
fore he  '11  be  a  soldier." 

"Yes,  years  of  strict  duties 
and  hard  studies ;  and  he  may 
be  sent  hundreds  of  miles  from 
home,  to  be  killed  at  the  first 
shot ;  or  he  may  live  through 
many  battles,  and  be  as  old  a 
hero  as  grandpa ;  and,  after  all, 


HARRY  STETSON.  °3 

he  may  not  please  the  great 
'  Captain  of  our  Salvation '  as 
well  as  your  dear  mother  does." 

Harry  dropped  his  whistle, 
and  did  not  know  it.  I  knew 
by  his  sober  face  he  knew  now 
what  kind  of  a  hero  I  meant 
he  might  be. 

"Your  mother,  dear,  is  a 
Bible  hero.  I  will  show  you 
where  the  Bible  says  :  '  He  that 
ruleth  his  spirit  is  better  than 
he  that  taketh  a  city.'     Think, 


64  TEACHERS  STORIES. 

Harry,  you  may  be  a  hero  of 
that  kind  now.  You  may  nev- 
er have  troops  to  order  here 
and  there,  but  you  may  com- 
mand your  own  temper.'' 

"I  don't  know  about  that," 
said  Harry  sadly;  "but  I  s'pose 
I  can  try." 


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